By Austin May
Winding paths, up and down.
Above blue skies and snowy caps.
Valleys so deep and mountains so high.
Himalayas full of life.
Birds chirping left and right.
Terraces on top of terraces.
Walking in the steps of those before us.
Feeling connected to their lives.
As we reach Agora we are no strangers.
The at home feeling is so unreal.
The taste of chai so sweet.
The sound of moos and barks.
Children laughing and playing.
Nails being painted.
Duck, duck, goose played by all.
Simplicity.
The smell of burning sticks.
The trickle of the rain from the gods.
Agora.
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